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Post by Nicole on Dec 11, 2005 8:21:46 GMT -5
I am in the car driving down the highway when the cell phone rings. It is my mothers cell phone and I don't want to pick it up, but I do pick it up because I am expecting a call from someone in case of an emergency. I look around and slow down to a complete stop at the light. "Hello" I say into the phone. "Mary, Tom is sick and probally will pass away this afternoon."
Realising its Kathy on the phone I studder. "'Tthis is Nicole, not my mom". I turn the car around and head towards my father's old place. On the phone she tells me that he has moved across town and I get the address. I drive down 28th street. Seems the drive takes longer and longer the closer I get to the address.
When I get there it is a large apartment complex with tons and tons and tons of apartments. I don't have an apartment number. I hit my head on the dash. I want to scream.
My father passes away before I get to say goodbye to him. When I finally find the apartment he is gone. I feel like I want to cry, but I can't cry because I've cried enough in my life for my father. I start making phone calls because its all I can do. I call the funeral home. I confirm thats where he's to be sent. I am glad I am there. Its 12:00 noon and I start planning my father's funeral again.
I felt that at some point when I get time to myself I should meditate on this dream.
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